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Monday, October 20, 2014

NO POST ON SUNDAYS!

Welcome to a Monday edition of Me
Talking. If you're wondering why I didn't post yesterday, I announced it on my
twitter account (which you can find at the bottom of this post) yesterday. I
had the original intention to do a post on Sunday, but thought "what the
hell" and decided to do some writing instead. So, if any of you were
worried that I was dead or something, I'm here. Growing up, people have asked
me for advice. Anything from love to financial situations, people have the
tendencies to look at me for the answer. I recently was approached by a boy who
was about my age, and he needed help with a girl. Now, this girl was rather
fond of him, or at least he thought so, the only issue being SHE ALREADY HAD A
BOYFRIEND. Me being one to stay with my own problems, I politely declined the
offer, but he insisted. So, I gave him one piece of advice. I told him not to
get involved, I told him this and he became infuriated with ME which was very
funny. I mean, I'm not going to say I have this inescapable charm no woman
could escape, but I consider myself to be a rather charming lad. With that
being said, I know when to stay within my own boundaries. I know when not to
make any advancements on a girl because X,Y, and Z reasons, but this guy just
didn't understand. It was odd, seeing someone not be able to understand the
concept of relationships. I guess that's why I decided to start this post on an
Autumn day, Human beings, for the most part, should know what a limit is. I
know what a limit is. I know when to stop taking and start giving, but I guess
the question is are YOU willing to stop at the needs and leave the wants for
when they are needed.

Another thing I wanted to address was
the concept of misconceptions. I will state and you can all quote me on this,
that I have a different view on how society should run. What I don't like is
when people try to agree with me, and they don't know what they are talking
about. In school, most of the people in my classes are able to respect my
opinion, but they do not want to try and see my view. I don't become angry at
this, rather, I become saddened that they don't have the strength to try and
understand, but that topic is for another day. Anyway, I was in one of my
classes a while back, and there is a child who sits by me. Now, for the sake of
privacy, I will be keeping the name of the class, and the name of the students
involved, altered. Lets call the kid behind me Jack. Now, Jack just wants to
fit in. I, being the only student who actually acknowledged his presence, was
the one opening Jack saw to make a friend. (on a side note, why do people have
a tendency to forcefully make friends in a new school, to those people I say,
CALM THE HELL DOWN) Jack needed that opening badly, I mean, who knows when he
will have another chance like that again. So, Jack, in his false confidence due
to my acknowledgement of his presence, spoke to me. Someone in my class must
have told Jack of my views, because the boy would only talk about my views, as
if there was nothing else to do. In most cases, I embrace any individual who is
genuinely curious in the same things I am, but, in all honesty, the boy didn't
know jack! The boy was just spouting out anything that had anything to do with
my views. To make this easier for you guys to understand, lets say I was a fan
of The Beatles, and the person you are talking about is mentioning anything
from the actual band, to the insect. That is how badly this person was in terms
of his understanding of my views. I told the boy that frankly, he didn't know
what the hell he was talking about. The only advice I have to the Jacks of the
world is, if you don't know something, don't state, just question if you are
genuinely intrigued; and if you have the same motives as Jack, I really hope we
don't meet in real life.

That's the last topic I wanted to talk
about, real life. I don't know if you have recognized it, but some people get their
identities stolen, hell, some people get their Facebook used by someone.
Doesn't it make you wonder that whoever you're talking to on the other line, or
who you're texting, is actually the person you mean to be sending such messages
to? I mean, who knows, maybe I'm not actually Rodolfo (I mean, of course I'm
the real one, but for the sake of example) and you guys just read the name and
assume? Isn't it weird that as the world advances, we grow farther apart? It
grows so far apart that we may not know who we are even talking to anymore.